It's greed that has his fingers curling around Zhou Zishu's arm, squeezing just slightly. He pretends it's so he can examine the blue robes ( he hasn't seen them before, doesn't recognise them, doesn't like that he doesn't ) but in reality it's just to touch. Some of the panic he's been carrying around for months recedes a little, at having his zhiji close.

"You're being very agreeable."

It's sweet, it's heady, he thinks of how many times people have implied that Zhou Zishu is something more to Wen Kexing and has to fight the urge to lean in, to really cling.

"Did my fainting worry you? I'll try not to do it again."